“Ok,” she replied barely looking up at her beefy, brown-skinned husband. “I’ll be at the hairdresser by the time you get back.”“Alright. S...e you later,” Darius Woodham smiled.The former Division One linebacker started his black metallic 2012 Ford Expedition and backed out of the driveway. At the end of the street, he stopped at the intersection and pulled out his phone. He sent a message to the person he was heading to see.Three months prior, Darius was watching porn online and came across one. Thecassock and surplice were now a regular part of the session. Other boyshad made some cryptic remarks to me about the priest, but I was puzzledby their meaning.The touch of his hands on my back became a regular event.I was there because Mom thought it was the right thing. And she workedso hard, cleaning houses now that Dad's income was gone.I was destined to be part of the church, I was told.Events began to blur at that point, the priest pushing his body againstmy face, his hands on my hair,. Rushing back to my car I headed right home. I sat down and waited for my wife. Less than an hour later she got home looking relaxed as always along with wearing the exact same clothing I saw laying on Jerome's living room floor. I asked her how she was which she said tired and went to take a shower. That night I had trouble sleeping as everything ran through my head. I must have still be off that morning when Marisa asked me if I was okay since I didn't seem myself.The coming week was the same. I felt my heart start to beat furiously as I stood next to the change room and caught the attention of the shop assistant by waving the pair of pants I was carrying, and the hidden netball skirt in front of me. He nodded and with a smile on his face motioned me to enter the change room. I entered, and pausing only to pull the curtain across the opening of the change room, gazed at myself in the mirror. Smiling at how clever I thought I had been, I quickly took off my pants and underwear grabbed.